Faith&Spirituality, Memoir, Novel

Raphaël’s Story: Submissions!

In the writing world, November is known as National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The goal is to write an average of 1667 words per day with the goal of 50,000 words written towards a novel. This year I’d decided to participate for the first time. My current project is a Contemporary Adult Novel called, “Straddling… Continue reading Raphaël’s Story: Submissions!

Faith&Spirituality, Identity, Motherhood, Writing Sample

Claim This Moment

"'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me” —2 Corinthians 12:9 What does being a Homemaker mean? Before having kids, that’s all I wanted: that simplistic yet demanding life of… Continue reading Claim This Moment

Faith&Spirituality, Identity, Motherhood, Writing Sample

The Better Part: A Mother’s Perspective on Slowing Down and Being Still

“Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and… Continue reading The Better Part: A Mother’s Perspective on Slowing Down and Being Still

Faith&Spirituality

He Thirsts – A Reflection and Prayer on Pornography

For the longest time, I have hated porn. And not just pornography, but any form of impurity that elicits lust and impure sexual desire. This has been my greatest spiritual discontent ever since I first encountered sexuality (I was so young I cannot even remember my age). I was fascinated by sexuality. As an adult now, I can… Continue reading He Thirsts – A Reflection and Prayer on Pornography

Faith&Spirituality, Fiction, Short Story, Writing Sample

“Safe” A Short Story

CONTENT WARNING: The content of this short story, although not explicit, deals with mature subject matter. Her knitted sweater caught on a branch. With shaking hands, she tore herself free, stumbling forward. Night creatures croaked and screeched, raising the hair on the back of her exposed neck. The sound of crisp leaves under heavy feet… Continue reading “Safe” A Short Story